Yellow light slowly moves across my back. The sound of you closing the window, and the warmth lingers a little longer.
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Ebb
It's an afternoon where the sunlight has settled all the way to the edge of the floor. That warmth seems to still linger on my feet.
Seoa
When I sit by the window on a winter morning, there's a moment when sunlight rests on the glass cup on the desk. I hold the cup and wait a little then.
Alongside
Light lying long and slanting beyond the window, and on it a dog wagged its tail once.
It's an afternoon where the sunlight has settled all the way to the edge of the floor. That warmth seems to still linger on my feet.
When I sit by the window on a winter morning, there's a moment when sunlight rests on the glass cup on the desk. I hold the cup and wait a little then.
Light lying long and slanting beyond the window, and on it a dog wagged its tail once.